"Rasto, thank you for introducing me to the business." The bear puppet passed through the candles and nodded to the doctor who was drinking with the head of the bear with cotton everywhere.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up." The doctor with an impatient look walked to the old woman's chair and lay down.

The bear puppet turned his head to Charles next to him. "Young man, can you squat down? How can I measure the size when you stand like this?"

This is the first time for Charles. He really didn't expect that the mysterious spell could be used in this regard. No wonder the doctor just said that this guy could also make prosthetics for himself on Black Leaf Island.

The bear puppet first took out a pair of scissors from his belly to cut off Charles' empty left arm sleeve, and then took out a roll of soft ruler.

"I heard you turned Rasto onto the boat? Can you tell me what you did? He is not as easy as a person to move his nest." The bear puppet used a soft ruler to measure his broken limbs while not stopping.

"You know him?"

"I know, of course, I know him. Did you see his face? I'm all scratching it. If you want to know him, you can ask me if I know him."

"Ahem!" The doctor on the chair cleaned his cough.

Charles glanced at him and did not pay attention to the conversation of the bear puppet.

After more than ten minutes, the bear puppet stopped, put the soft ruler into his stomach, and said to Charles again: "Since you are the captain of the exploration ship, do you need to add other weapons to the prosthesis?"

Charles recalled the doctor's prosthetic limbs, and there were different medical devices in each finger.

“What can be added without affecting sensitivity?”

"That's too many, firearms, poison gases, universal lock unlockers, everything you want. Of course, these modifications are extra chargeable, and your pockets must have enough echoes."

After briefly understanding the prices of various structures, Charles finally chose to add chain saws and hook spears to his prosthesis, which are the most common but are the most suitable for him at present.

As for the others, Charles didn't want it, just one arm alone costs 3 million. If his five million is not enough, he may not be able to use it. I am afraid that the Narwhal will not have enough fuel for the next time he goes to sea.

He took the check with the broken bear claw with the thread exposed. The bear puppet carefully counted the zeros on it several times, and it carefully put the check into its own belly. "Very good, your prosthetic limb will arrive soon."

"How long will it take?"

"I have your data now, and I still have stocks on my left hand. After going back to adjust, I will send it to you immediately. Rusto told me about your affairs. Since you are his friend, then I am my friend and my friend's affairs. How can I not care about it?"

As soon as the bear puppet finished speaking, his body softened and fell to the ground and stopped moving.

The old lady next to her moved over and put the dolls on the ground into a cloth bag.

Immediately afterwards, she lay on the ground, holding a short-handled mop made of rags, and carefully rubbed the magic circle on the ground.

After the magic circle on the ground was cleaned up, the old lady began to draw a new magic circle again. The magic circle was larger and more complicated than the last time, and this time there was a box in the center of the magic circle.

Thinking back to the words of the bear puppet, Charles calmed down and waited patiently. Through what happened just now, he already knew how his prosthetic limb would be sent over.

The obscure and difficult mantra that was different from before was recited by the old woman again, and the magic circle on the ground began to emit a faint light, and it continued to squirm like life.

When the spell disappeared, all the strangeness in the room disappeared. The box opened and the old lady walked towards Charles with her silver arm.

Just as boys like guns, Charles fell in love with this thing at the first sight of the prosthesis.

Compared with the doctor's prosthesis, this prosthesis has no shell, exposing the large and small gears and the piston crankshaft with silver light to the outside, but this is not only not ugly but also full of a steampunk-like beauty.

There are several metal threaded pointed cones at the front end of the prosthesis. The inside seems to be hollow.

"Touch your hand over. Why are you doing it while standing there? This thing is very heavy." The old lady complained.

"Hold on the side." The doctor on the chair suddenly raised his head and reminded him.

Charles took a deep breath and leaned against the prosthesis. The metal cone on the prosthesis instantly rotated, and the meat foam splattered, and the pointed cone drilled into his flesh like a living thing. The severe soreness made him tremble all over.

When the prosthesis stopped moving, Charles, who was sweating on his forehead, raised his new left arm and found that there was no sign of movement at all.

"Young man, why are you anxious? You're almost in a bad way?" The old lady slowly took out the two glass jars from the cloth bag.

The glass jar seemed to contain some kind of cyan smoke, rolling in it.

Seeing the confusion on Charles's face, the old lady smiled and picked up the jar and shook it. As the blue smoke inside changed, a screaming blue face faintly appeared.

"Hehe, I haven't seen it before. This is the human soul, used to connect your soul with this hand."

With a "click", the jar was opened and the blue smoke inside quickly floated into the prosthesis.

When the blue smoke completely melted into it, the gears inside Charles' prosthesis began to rotate.

As the purple inscription on the gears faintly lit up, Charles felt his left hand again.

Charles opened and clenched, his prosthetics moved quickly along his thoughts.

The old lady handed over a booklet, and said kindly as if she was handing to a child candy: "Take it, this is the instruction manual. Remember to drop whale oil according to the time above. If there is any problem with your hand, you can come to me and I will send it back for them to repair it."

Looking at the empty glass jar in her hand, Charles took the booklet with a complicated expression and walked towards the exit with the doctor who had already stood up.

On the streets of the Harbour District, Charles is experimenting with his new left hand.

"Clang!" A ferocious serrated chain popped out from his wrist, and as Charles' heart moved, the chain started to spin rapidly.

Charles could tell the terrifying power of this thing just by looking at the amazing speed of the chain. He even felt that the cutting strength was stronger than that of the black blade.

"Kakukkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

Charles' heart moved, the sound of gears inside the prosthetic limb kept turning, and the chains contracted and pulled him quickly to fly towards the roof.

With this thing, he will have a way to move even in some places where he cannot rely on it in the future.

These were not the most surprising ones. Charles was even more surprised at the sensitivity of the prosthesis. He took the left hand and the black blade flew up and down as his fingers turned, bringing about afterimages.
Chapter completed!